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Phantomlink959
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Today I reached the conclusion that, if presented with an exact duplicate of herself, one of my characters would DEFINITELY hit that.
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Today I reached the conclusion that, if presented with an exact duplicate of herself, one of my characters would DEFINITELY hit that.
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5 yrs ago
They're not LONG chapters; but the fact I've managed to right 2 meh and 4 half decent ones in 4 days makes me very happy with myself.
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Wow, I just realized it's been a full year since the Avadon incident.
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Decided to half-ass nanowrimo by doing a RWBY OC fanfic I've been thniking about for ages. The fight scene I'm working on rn just feels.... right.
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According to the scale i just weighed in on I'm down to 313 from a starting point of 330 when i started going to the gym a little ovver a month ago
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@LightningMaiden@Searat@KatherinWinter@Blueflame
"You know you don't have to repeat everything I say back to him, right Amaya?" Rost inquired as he directed Mason into position so he could place the seal. Once he began his work, the scribe was dead silent; making careful, calculated brush strokes to form an intricate collection of symbols on the demon's back, seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he crafted the sealing spell. Once he finished, the senior researcher uttered a few phrases in an unfamiliar tongue, his voice seeming to distort in unnatural ways as the runes painted on Mason's skin glowed faintly to signal the spell binding had worked.
"Alright I'm done. Mason, just so you are aware; in addition to the seal on your other half i embedded a second spell which will monitor the effectiveness of the primary one, a sort of magical bug tracker." he removed a pocket notebook from inside his jacket, offering it to the demon, "Keep this book with you at all times, as the monitoring spell has been bound to a transcription spell in its cover. It has a limited range, but so long as the book is on your person it will constantly keep track of the status of your seal. Each time I re-apply the sealing spell I'll be checking the information in that book and using it to make improvements. " he announced, stowing the kit containing his painting supplies back into the folds of his jacket, "Should only take a few weeks before I can create the permanent seal. Fair warning, however; the final version will have to be tattooed on and will likely take much longer to apply." rising to his feet, the agent checked his watch, "and I believe we have a meeting to get to, isn't that right Director?"
"Just remember to keep training, and don't let it go to your head." Argus suggested, giving a quick thumbs up. The djinn picked up another napkin, fiddling with it instead of eating it, "She does seem like the type to get herself too involved with someone she helped... I just hope it doesn't come back to bite her in the ass. I don't know if I could bear to see that happen again." he gave a troubled sigh, setting the scrap of paper back down on the table, "But that's ancient history, nothing you guys need to worry about." he said quickly, attempting to change the subject.
Rost
"You know you don't have to repeat everything I say back to him, right Amaya?" Rost inquired as he directed Mason into position so he could place the seal. Once he began his work, the scribe was dead silent; making careful, calculated brush strokes to form an intricate collection of symbols on the demon's back, seemingly unaware of his surroundings as he crafted the sealing spell. Once he finished, the senior researcher uttered a few phrases in an unfamiliar tongue, his voice seeming to distort in unnatural ways as the runes painted on Mason's skin glowed faintly to signal the spell binding had worked.
"Alright I'm done. Mason, just so you are aware; in addition to the seal on your other half i embedded a second spell which will monitor the effectiveness of the primary one, a sort of magical bug tracker." he removed a pocket notebook from inside his jacket, offering it to the demon, "Keep this book with you at all times, as the monitoring spell has been bound to a transcription spell in its cover. It has a limited range, but so long as the book is on your person it will constantly keep track of the status of your seal. Each time I re-apply the sealing spell I'll be checking the information in that book and using it to make improvements. " he announced, stowing the kit containing his painting supplies back into the folds of his jacket, "Should only take a few weeks before I can create the permanent seal. Fair warning, however; the final version will have to be tattooed on and will likely take much longer to apply." rising to his feet, the agent checked his watch, "and I believe we have a meeting to get to, isn't that right Director?"
Argus
"Just remember to keep training, and don't let it go to your head." Argus suggested, giving a quick thumbs up. The djinn picked up another napkin, fiddling with it instead of eating it, "She does seem like the type to get herself too involved with someone she helped... I just hope it doesn't come back to bite her in the ass. I don't know if I could bear to see that happen again." he gave a troubled sigh, setting the scrap of paper back down on the table, "But that's ancient history, nothing you guys need to worry about." he said quickly, attempting to change the subject.
@LightningMaiden@KatherinWinter@Blueflame
I'm writing a post kind of skimming over the process of applying the sealing spell and Rost giving Mason some instructions. Just a heads up.
I'm writing a post kind of skimming over the process of applying the sealing spell and Rost giving Mason some instructions. Just a heads up.
@Searat
"Djinn records about mortal who have been gifted by the divine are surprisingly comprehensive; you might call it a topic of special interest. Very few of them known to my kind have been capable of doing much more than healing the wounded, and usually only limited quantity." Argus countered, "You were able to summon true holy light, though. Not just the parlor tricks and miracle healing most commonly associated with a divine blessing."
Argus glanced up at a clock on the wall before checking the time on his phone, "What's taking so long? And where's the Nymph? I've got requisition forms to fill out to get another bottle of hydrogen fuel before they send me out on assignment again."
"Djinn records about mortal who have been gifted by the divine are surprisingly comprehensive; you might call it a topic of special interest. Very few of them known to my kind have been capable of doing much more than healing the wounded, and usually only limited quantity." Argus countered, "You were able to summon true holy light, though. Not just the parlor tricks and miracle healing most commonly associated with a divine blessing."
Argus glanced up at a clock on the wall before checking the time on his phone, "What's taking so long? And where's the Nymph? I've got requisition forms to fill out to get another bottle of hydrogen fuel before they send me out on assignment again."
@KatherinWinter@Searat
"Just be glad they haven't declared you a traitor and ordered your execution yet." Argus proclaimed, leaning forward in his chair and propping his elbows up on the table, "I had enough trouble setting myself up a new identity, and the reach of the Djinn is virtually nonexistent once you're past Egypt. If it happens to you you'll be truly fucked." he chuckled.
The Djinn absentmindedly picked up one of the rolled napkins, sticking it in the corner of his mouth and lighting it with a flame on the tip of his thumb, "I thought I'd heard whispers of the council having a representative in BOSA, makes sense it'd be one of the more senior agents." Argus mused, not noticing as the piece of thin paper he ahd mistaken for a cigarette rapidly burned away to ashes and fell onto his shoulder, "Since we're talking history, what's your deal Rich? Chosen at birth? spend a lifetime meditating to achieve enlightenment? God-touched mortals are pretty rare by any standard; Especially ones as powerful as you are."
"Just be glad they haven't declared you a traitor and ordered your execution yet." Argus proclaimed, leaning forward in his chair and propping his elbows up on the table, "I had enough trouble setting myself up a new identity, and the reach of the Djinn is virtually nonexistent once you're past Egypt. If it happens to you you'll be truly fucked." he chuckled.
The Djinn absentmindedly picked up one of the rolled napkins, sticking it in the corner of his mouth and lighting it with a flame on the tip of his thumb, "I thought I'd heard whispers of the council having a representative in BOSA, makes sense it'd be one of the more senior agents." Argus mused, not noticing as the piece of thin paper he ahd mistaken for a cigarette rapidly burned away to ashes and fell onto his shoulder, "Since we're talking history, what's your deal Rich? Chosen at birth? spend a lifetime meditating to achieve enlightenment? God-touched mortals are pretty rare by any standard; Especially ones as powerful as you are."
Can probably skip over the process of the seal actually being applied because I'm a lazy piece of shit and don't feel like combing through a bunch of obscure and questionably accurate websites for information on traditional runic spellcasting.
@Searat
I've tried to find a group but can't find anyone online. My old Pathfinder group tried to set a campaign up to alternate weeks but we weren't able to organize it and the group was already crumbling at the time.
@Katherinwinter
The Camarilla (also known as the ivory tower) is the largest faction of vampires in the setting, they organize the various clans and enforce the masquerade to protect kindred (vampire) society from mortals. It's basically one big clusterfuck of political intrigue and bureaucracy that only manages to hold together because the kindred REALLY like not being hunted down and killed.
I've tried to find a group but can't find anyone online. My old Pathfinder group tried to set a campaign up to alternate weeks but we weren't able to organize it and the group was already crumbling at the time.
@Katherinwinter
The Camarilla (also known as the ivory tower) is the largest faction of vampires in the setting, they organize the various clans and enforce the masquerade to protect kindred (vampire) society from mortals. It's basically one big clusterfuck of political intrigue and bureaucracy that only manages to hold together because the kindred REALLY like not being hunted down and killed.
So basically the Camarilla from vampire: the masquerade?
@KatherinWinter@Searat
"Basically he was the De facto leader of a joint mission earlier today because of his seniority." Argus explained bluntly, "From what I've gathered, Griff here isn't very experienced working with other people, let alone leading them, so seniority putting him in command pretty much screwed over both himself and the mission until I arrived on scene." he continued, giving a brief summary of the day's events, "Sounds like the local vampiric court is just as obnoxiously bureaucratic and stuck up as they are elsewhere in the world and have decided that it is ENTIRELY his fault that things went south, rather than it just generally being a poorly planned exercise, the blame for which should really go on the director rather than the agent." the Djinn finished before turning to look at Griffin, "That about sum things up?"
"Basically he was the De facto leader of a joint mission earlier today because of his seniority." Argus explained bluntly, "From what I've gathered, Griff here isn't very experienced working with other people, let alone leading them, so seniority putting him in command pretty much screwed over both himself and the mission until I arrived on scene." he continued, giving a brief summary of the day's events, "Sounds like the local vampiric court is just as obnoxiously bureaucratic and stuck up as they are elsewhere in the world and have decided that it is ENTIRELY his fault that things went south, rather than it just generally being a poorly planned exercise, the blame for which should really go on the director rather than the agent." the Djinn finished before turning to look at Griffin, "That about sum things up?"
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